Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting like
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the realest
Niggas, product of cap pillers, and dealers
Streets watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, want a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the and here's a extra slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me with a
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) on a plate
ya faith, all senses covered in tape
Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it's just rap and them lines true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or trois
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, praise to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

[Verse 2: Jay
got it, rock came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still remain as a top
I ain't no backpack rapper, I no lyricist
And if he talking to you mind ya business then
with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a of us
They bones quiver, heard some throwing stones at us
boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine O five nine -
my family at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the
And to be real not with all this rapping
Rapper competition, up my position
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple
Then I'm outtie on them with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I keep my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since
The rap game's pallbearer when I'm the Hearst
I new to this, I'm true to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My chargers? Killing without warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the Biggie
In New York with Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes me, still even the score
why I'm always OT on tour
TDE, believe me we war
I don't even know piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all gon' die one day then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I gon' curse
gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna the coffin, Ah
And days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a balance we battle
And still trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets
I got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Soul brother number 2
The first one to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And weed is the only time I see L's move
Soul!

4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I think I found my second
Sunny and it's ya little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's what told me
So I never back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we in the path
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' us glistening
Brought sand to the and we left with ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' minding my
He a regular victim, us regular in
Uh, regular niggas, you always to sluts
You always wasting my time, you faking the funk
I'm put ya dream in ya face
You lookin' for some women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy make a be dussy
You can never rap better than me, you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't looked
You ain't overbooked, you just cooked
supposed to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still as fuck